Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 14:59:57 +1100
From: Paul Hart <snifty1@gmail.com>
Subject: The Song Bird Part 1

The Song bird Part 1


Working from home as I do allows me to pace myself; I love the sub-tropical
climate here, so different from the conditions I'd experienced down south
so much so that I still haven't got used to it.  Consequently while the
weather is fine I tend to spend much of my time out on the porch, beside
the pool, or in the garden...work is for early in the day and the
evenings...depending of course on the weather.  I like being self-employed.
Dimly I was aware that someone new had moved in next door but aside from
the noise of the removalists that was it and peace descended again.  It
lasted for maybe a week and then it was broken by of all things, a musical
treble voice singing a reasonable rendition of 'Green sleeves',
unconsciously I became rapt, it is a piece that was probably sung by
counter tenors in the beginning and the treble voice did it no harm at all.
I sighed once it was over, lost in thought..then it began again this time
it was Ben Johnson I heard - or at least his lyrics "Drink to me only..".
I was confused, I knew of no madrigal groups in this area - the best one
could hope for here would be BIlly Ray Cyrus' 'Achy breaky hort' or some
such!  Curious now I rose and sauntered over to the hedge separating my
garden from next door's, carefully I parted the twigs and cast around for
the song bird..no evidence of one appeared but then, I glanced lower down
and - there he was!

I suppose I should ask you to imagine a diminutive Elf perched precariously
on a garden table, he seemed dressed for the part too...how old was he?
Perhaps nine or thereabouts I reckoned though with those features it was
hard to tell, delicate fine boned face with pointed chin and huge
eyes...and such a slender body...so this was the beautiful songster!  I
must have made some noise though, a twig snapping maybe but whatever the
cause, it startled him, flailing arms failed to prevent it and he and the
table toppled to the paving. The boy lay still for a moment and horrified I
broke through the hedge to kneel beside him...dimly I was aware of another
presence but I was too bust checking for injury to pay much attention.  No
blood and he was breathing - but obviously winded and perhaps shocked, he
looked up and exclaimed "Wow! That was a surprise!"  I profusely apologised
and explained that I lived next door, had heard the singing and gone to
investigate - I'd had no intention of startling him. The mite was smiling
now "Then I think I'll lay off the singing for a bit..need to get my breath
back - is all".  Relieved, I took time now to examine the other person
present, a female and it could only have been his mum, a dreamy ethereal
soul whose get up made her a dead ringer for Ophelia..Amiably she
introduced herself as 'Krishnapura Jones' and this on the ground was her
son "Sun Dance Jazz".

Mum was obviously experiencing protective vibes and asked me if I'd care to
carry the little precious inside so I bent and picked him up, no sooner had
I done so than a little arm looped behind my neck and glancing down I
glimpsed a cheeky, satisfied smile - and was that lipstick, discreetly
applied?  Following her in I looked around for a place to deposit the boy,
mum however cut in with "Perhaps you could let him sit with you..he will
draw from your energy maybe and his Ka will replenish its luminescence?"  I
was starting to enjoy holding the little morsel and had no objections at
all, for his part he was now smiling up at me encouragingly, so I
tentatively seated myself on one of her exotic couches.  As I nursed the
boy mum resumed "We've moved here only recently of course and I suppose you
must have noticed, you are the first person we've met...I think that the
little accident just now was meant to be because you seem to ...to..give
off certain good emanations...yes (Here she held up a crystal and jiggled
it) the signs are there".  The signs most certainly were there for as the
dear woman rambled on I felt something...yes, little fingers were stroking
the inside of my thigh!  The boy meanwhile relaxed on my lap with eyes
closed as if at rest, his fingers however told a very different story.
With a jolt I resumed listening to his mother in time to catch a question
"You then - you are at home much...I see your car outside much of the
day...?"  I explained I was self employed and chose my own working hours,
at home. She nodded satisfied then went on "My own work takes me to the
Community Centre, there I have opened the transcendental awareness
clinic...so do not be surprised if Sun Dance here is on his own after
school - though perhaps he could call upon you if distressed?  If you would
prefer otherwise I would understand?"  By now the fingers had assumed an
urgency, looking down I found those huge eyes staring intently up into
mine, he fluttered his eyelashes and my tummy lurched.  He glanced away
towards his mother and reflected "Mamma, perhaps...we could have fun
together...if he'd like us to?"  An electric thrill shot through me but his
mother looked doubtful "Oh darling, that does sound nice but remember - I
don't want you to be a nuisance, if Mr Pederson says 'no' that's that and
if you see he's busy...take a step back will you, please?"

I stayed at their place for another hour or so, as I'd guessed his mum was
lonely, surrounded as she was by a circle of followers she really had no
one that I would consider a friend.  I was invited to stay for their meal
but made my excuses, the thought of alternative cuisine did not appeal but
those little fingers, they had moved on meanwhile and having achieved the
desired effect...sought confirmation..deliciously they quested to my groin
and there traced their way to my rigid penis...he'd made me aroused, no
question - and now he knew it!  A glance at the little face told me
everything, as he fingered my erection I got a knowing smile, then he spoke
"Are you sure...you won't mind if I need to bother you?  I'll try not to of
course but you must say now if you DO mind!"  Truthfully I said that I'd
find some way of fitting him in if needed and that he mustn't worry...as I
said this I slipped a hand beneath his buttocks and gave the nearest little
globe a quick caress...the boy said nothing but briefly pressed his face to
my chest.  Observing her son's reaction mum exclaimed "Goodness, he really
likes you...that is wonderful...so I'm positive we'll get along together
just fine!"  As she showed me out, for the first time I was struck by her
son's resemblance to her, same slender build and ethereal looks...only he
had those - delicious little buttocks and mischievous eyes...oh wow.....and
I wondered how they would both look naked...hard to tell with her because
of the flowing garments but him, well I'd mentally undressed him over and
over already!  Then as I left, she leaned forward and gave me a peck on the
cheek...her son looked at me - and winked.  Something told me...that maybe,
I'd soon have my hands full, one way or another!  Looking back, they were
both standing there watching me, seeing they were observed - both waved.
So I ducked back through the hedge, feeling as if I'd just left a different
world and experienced a slight pang as it happened, it was all a bit
unreal.